Being okay
“Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.)” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass My mom wore the pastel purple scarf I…
Our morning prayer
The view is better here. To be fair, it doesn’t take much to beat a white wall. Still, even when the sun rises directly in front…
Unpack the totes
The wind whipped through the street this morning. It persuaded green leaves to leave their lovely aspen tree home and talked down branches. The gusts ushered…
Waiting: a fact of creation
I was standing with my mom, her arms wrapped around me, as we ducked under a tree away from the pea-sized sudden hail that threatened to…
Beauty gets us through
When John came home last Friday night, we immediately scarfed down dinner and then went for an hour and a half walk with the packs. He’s…
In the ordinary
Quietly pulsing in between those more rare and uncommon big moments are the smaller ordinary moments where we’re doing life. Life is lived in the ordinary moments of grocery shopping, eating breakfast, doing work, calling mom on long drives, and making lefse.
